Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 09:39:43 +1000
From: james robinson
Subject: The Destroyer
The Second World War was raging in Europe and had spread to North Africa
when the Afrika Corps had moved in to bolster the Italian forces struggling
there. The British, Australian and New Zealand troops had been giving the
Italians a hard time driving them back until the crack panzers of the German
forces arrived. The Afrika Corps with its highly mobile tactics and much
more powerful tanks soon demolished the allied armoured force with its
obsolete light tanks. Rommel a genius at strategy was running rings around
the British General Wavell and had driven the allies back towards Alexandria
leaving a pocket of Australian troops in the small port city of Tobruk.
These troops were valiantly defending the port against the might of the
Afrika Corps and holding their perimeter against all odds living underground
in bunkers as the town was reduced to rubble. These valiant men became known
as the Rats of Tobruk due to their living in bunkers and tunnels
underground.
Supplies for this small garrison had to be moved by sea and normal cargo
ships couldn't be used, as they were too slow to get in and out during the
hours of darkness, the few ships that tried were sunk by the incessant Stuka
dive bombing attacks. There were several burnt out hulks lying alongside the
docks. Supplies had to be sent in so it was decided to use naval vessels
namely, old World War 1 destroyers, these old poorly armed craft had tall
funnels and very light armour as they relied on speed not armour for their
defence. Their main field of operations was antisubmarine patrolling convoy
protection.
The powers that be decided that these old V&W-class destroyers were
considered expendable and the Admiralty were not prepared to risk the more
modern fleet destroyers like the Tribal class in such a dangerous venture.
There were several of these old girls, they were cramped, old and overdue to
be scrapped but due to the outbreak of the war they were kept on active
service by the Royal Australian Navy and sent into the Mediterranean.
She would load supplies in Alexandra leaving there so that she would arrive
in Tobruk just after dark, her 27,000 horsepower engines drove her through
the water at a credible 30 knots although in her youth she could lope along
at 34knots she was no longer young. She was armed with three 4.7inch guns
but they were old and worn after over 20 years of service and her rate of
fire couldn't compare to the modern destroyers with their dual turrets, her
fire control was primitive compared to modern vessels but she would do her
duty valiantly.
She would make the long run up the Mediterranean and sneak into the harbour
tie up to the docks and the army lads would arrive and unload the supplies
quickly so that she could steal away before the prowling dive-bombers
arrived. This worked well and she carried replacement troops in and wounded
soldiers out. The Stukas often sought her out at sea on her return trip and
she would weave and dodge the bombs as she fired her guns at the vertical
howling terrors, their sirens screaming in the wings to demoralize their
prey. The ship was poorly armed for antiaircraft warfare and a couple of Pom
Pom guns had been fitted but the crew begged borrowed and stole machine guns
from wherever they could find them, mounting them on the railings all over
the ship. These weapons brought down a few Stukas, as they were vulnerable
at the bottom of their dive when they struggled to pull up.
The third trip into Tobruk I was helping load the wounded soldiers when I
saw a blonde haired guy I was certain I knew, as we carried his stretcher up
the gang plank I got a better look at him and recognized George a boy who
lived near my home. He and I were very close friends and we had messed about
in our teens, wanking and generally enjoying each other's company. He didn't
recognize me and we lowered him to the deck near one of the funnels and I
said quietly to him, " Hey George don't you know me mate?"
He peered at me with his gaunt sooty face and then I saw a gleam in his eye
and his white teeth shone in his dirty face, he mumbled, " Hi Bruce long
time no see."
I nodded and said, " I'll get back to you soon mate we've got a lot more
guys to get aboard yet."
I carried on carrying stretchers until we had safely stowed them aboard and
the captain bellowed from the bridge, " Caste off forward, caste off aft."
I felt the ship tremble as he put the engines astern and began to back away
from the dock as the soldiers waved us goodbye thanking us for our effort.
We backed out away from the sunken cargo ship ahead and then the engines
stopped then began to drive us forward as we turned away into the darkness.
The old girl began to rattle and vibrate as he powered up the engines and
soon the breeze of passage cooled the decks as she worked up to her best
speed.
I returned to George and sat next to him he reached out and took my hand in
his and said, " Gee its great to see a friendly face, how are you Bruce?"
I replied, " I'm great mate, what happened to you?"
He winced as he coughed and said, " I took some shrapnel in my left lung,
and it tore a hole through my ribs breaking a couple and punctured my lung."
I held his hand in both mine and said, " Shit mate have they removed the
shrapnel? Are you going to be ok?"
He winced again as he moved and said, " Yeah they did but I've got to go to
Alexandria to hospital as they haven't got the facilities in Tobruk to look
after serious wounds."
I said quietly, using the roar of the boiler room intake fans to cover my
words, " I hope sincerely you are soon back to normal, I'd hate to think of
you suffering too much you know how much you mean to me even after all this
time."
He coughed again as a wisp of funnel smoke fled by on the breeze; I saw the
pain wrack his body as he coughed and I put an arm gently around his
shoulder to steady him and lend him supports. He lay back on my arm tiredly
and looked up into my face saying, " I too have missed you Brian, we used to
have so much fun together didn't we?"
I bent down and gave him a gentle kiss in the darkness and whispered, " I
reckon so mate and I'm sure we will have more in the future if I survive
this job."
George coughed again and I saw something dark on his lip so I wiped his
mouth and thought, oh shit he is coughing up blood. I asked him, " Are you
ok you seem to be coughing up a little blood?"
He smiled wanly and replied, " Yes I'm ok it happens every now and then my
lung is still bleeding a little."
I said, " Would you like me to get the ship's doctor to have a look at you?"
He replied, " No thanks Brian just keep me company for as long as you can,
I'll be fine and even better when we get to Alex and I'm in hospital there."
I said, " I'll be here all the trip it's my duty to look after the wounded
guys, there are six of us relegated to this duty."
He lay back and closed his eyes and I lowered him down onto his life jacket
to use it as a pillow and said, " I'll be here you have a rest and I'll keep
checking on you."
He sighed and layback quietly as I ran my fingers down the baggy Bombay
bloomers, the khaki shorts our troops wore in the desert. My hand gently
brushed across his flaccid cock and I felt my old stirrings at the brief
contact, George opened his eyes and sighed saying, " I wish we were alone
here I'd love to have some fun."
I squeezed his thigh and said, " Maybe when you are feeling better I'll get
together with you in Alexandria. How's that sound George?"
He smiled again and nodded, " That sounds great I hope we can do it."
I stood up and began to check the other wounded guys in my area giving them
drinks of water and wiping their sweaty dirty faces clean. The night began
to give way to the day as dawn crept up in the east and I hoped we would
have a safe run back to base without those bloody aircraft having a go at
us.
The light gradually increased and suddenly I heard the pipe over the
speakers and the call to action stations, I raced to my position on the
stern 4.7inch gun and we opened the ready use lockers and slammed the shell
into the breech. The turret whined around and pointed to the port side into
the creeping light and I saw a vessel on the horizon against the light. A
cargo ship and obviously not ours the guns rose to their maximum elevation
as the fire control operated the turret, the bell tinged twice and the gun
bellowed recoiling back into the turret. The stench of cordite filled the
air as the shell whistled into the ether heading for the unsuspecting ship,
the next round was loaded and the bell tinged again as the gun bellowed
again and again every seven seconds we fired. The first rounds exploded on
the plodding ship in bright red gouts of flame and black smoke, the ship
reeled from the impact and she began to radio her position then the second
broadside landed and her radio was silent. Six broadsides were fired and
then the ship exploded in a massive ball of fire and we could see pieces of
her superstructure flying through the air to splash down into the sea.
She stopped and immediately listed to port and began to fill with water and
in minutes she was gone from sight. The captain turned to port and sped
across the distance to see if he could save any of her crew, we coursed
around the littered oily sea and found only three survivors who we plucked
from the water and took below to clean the stinking black oil from their
bodies as they retched from swallowing the foul muck. They were locked in
the cells and a guard was set on them to make sure they didn't get into
mischief. The ship now increased speed and turned back on her course trying
to outrun the aircraft, which may be sent to search for the sunken ship.
We sped at full speed across the smooth water our bow wave climbing almost
level with the forecastle and our wake was a long white arrow into the
distance on the blue water. We were lucky this trip as our luck held we
reached Alex without seeing an enemy aircraft and I hoped our luck would
hold in the future.
We docked in Alexandria and a fleet of ambulances met the ship to remove the
wounded lads, I helped carry George off and settled him into the ambulance
saying, " I'll see you soon George I'm due for some leave after the next two
trips."
He grinned and I shook his thin pale hand as they closed the doors and I
returned to the ship, as soon as the wounded were unloaded the supplies were
brought aboard while we refueled and replaced the shells we expended. There
was no dilly dallying the supplies had to be kept flowing and as soon as we
were ready she was off out of harbor again. As we left harbor we passed a
large convoy escorted by an aircraft carrier, a Battleship, three cruisers
and a gamut of destroyers and frigates. Many of the merchant ships bore
evidence of attack from the air and also from the German E-boats fast
torpedo boats operating out of the Italian ports. One merchantman was under
tow with a gaping torpedo hole blasted in her engine room. We saluted the
Admiral aboard the Battleship as we passed then we turned east and headed
out towards the distant Tobruk.
The trip out was uneventful and we steamed into port in the darkness and
unloaded the supplies, it was nearly Christmas and the troops Christmas
dinners and mail were amongst the cargo a few wounded were brought aboard
and away we steamed into the early morning darkness. We cleared the land and
were on our way when the daylight brought out the vultures a covey of Stukas
howled overhead as the captain began to throw the old girl about to dodge
the bombs of these hated aircraft, our guns bellowed and black puffs stained
the blue sky as the planed turned on their noses and headed down in their
dives. Our Pom Poms pounded shells into the pockmarked sky, kapock, kapock
the fast firing guns sent their small explosive shells skyward as the
gunners swiveled the guns down following the speeding planes. One Stuka
exploded but the rest continued down they were now coming into range of the
machine guns and a swathe of bullets cut through the air towards the
aircraft, the planed to were firing their weapons and spray was flying as
they hosed the sea surface, then a spray of bullets sent splinters flying as
they hammered into our deck.
A second Stuka wavered as it flew into a hail of bullets and it spiraled
down smashing into the sea in a cloud of spray, the remaining two planes
bore down relentlessly as we weaved across the sea the ship wreathed in
smoke from the frantically firing guns. The first Stuka released its bomb
and it waggled momentarily then straightened and the black blob headed
towards us as the captain ordered the wheel hard over. The ship began to
turn as the bomb plummeted into the water feet from our starboard side, the
explosion threw a massive water spout into the air which cascaded across the
deck drenching the crew and wounded, the ship shook heavily as the plane
roared across above us at mast height.
The last plane seemed to hesitate as it flew into the gunfire and it just
kept diving into the sea to explode as it plummeted into the water. The crew
cheered and hooted as the ship left the disturbed water behind her, we
breathed a sigh of relief at our narrow escape and thanked the Lord our luck
held once again. The loss of those aircraft would enrage the Luftwaffe and
they would be out for revenge against our sister ships and us. We prayed
that our fellow seamen would survive.
The Stukas got their revenge by raiding the port and destroying the unloaded
supplies for the troops Christmas dinner and blowing the mailbags to
smithereens, the war supplies were mostly saved because they were removed
first in case of a raid. The harbor was littered with envelopes as their
mail slowly sank into the murky waters.
We returned to Alexandria and tied up at the docks, surrounded by the
massive British fleet that had escorted the convoy, our diminutive battered
rust streaked destroyer ignored amongst the busy shipping. We refueled again
alongside one of our sister ships, she had just returned from a run in with
Rommel's forces at Sollum where she had entered the port and shelled a
convoy of tanks and transports.
The stores replaced and a new cargo of supplies on board again we were off
again into the Mare Nostrum as Mussolini liked to think the Med was his sea.
We were doing our best to let him know it wasn't. We steamed away towards
Tobruk once again and after an uneventful trip except for a few mechanical
problems, which delayed us a few hours, we docked in Tobruk a little later
then usual.
We unloaded as fast as we could and steamed out of the harbor turning west
and cranking the old girl up to her top speed as we fled trying to put as
many miles between us and the Stukas as we could. The further we stretched
their range the shorter the time they could spend trying to sink us. We were
lucky there was no sign of them as we ploughed across the sea; the sky over
the African coast had a strange bronze burnished appearance and the wind
suddenly increased from the shore. We now knew why the Stukas were not in
the air as a massive sandstorm rolled over the sea, visibility dropped to
mere yards and our mouths, noses and ears tasted and filled with the ancient
land as sand filled the air. The sand storm was a blessing as we had an
uninterrupted trip back to base. We enjoyed its protective cover till we
were well away from the danger area and breathed a sigh of relief.
When we docked refueled and loaded more supplies then I was sent ashore for
my weeks leave, I stood there and waved goodbye to my shipmates as the ship
steamed out into the sea heading for Tobruk again. I turned hefted my duffle
bag and walked away from the docks passing through the Military Police and
Shore Patrol checkpoint at the entrance. I headed for the hospital and asked
for George, the nurse directed me to the garden behind the hospital and
there I found him lying on a sun lounge sleeping in the sunshine.
I approached quietly and stood so my shadow fell across him shutting out the
sun, I studied him and saw he looked much less drawn and his colour was back
to normal. He frowned slightly in his sleep as my shadow shielded him from
the sun, then he cracked one eyelid open a little and saw me standing there.
He didn't recognize me against the bright sunlight then I said, " G'day
George, how are you feeling?"
He sat up and grinned saying, " Oh Brian I'm sorry I didn't recognize you
then. I'm feeling good thanks mate. Much better than when you last saw me,
my lung has healed and is now working ok, only my ribs are still causing me
any pain. "
I smiled and said, " That's great news so are you fully up and about? Are
you able to leave the hospital yet? "
He grinned and said, " Oh yeah as long as I check back in before evening
mess call, I can stay out all day no worries."
I said, " Great I'll come by in the morning and we'll spend the day together
if that's alright with you? "
He nodded eagerly saying, " I'm looking forward to tomorrow I'm going nuts
here, even though the care is top notch for a military hospital, I'm sick of
playing snooker and cards and the films are so bloody old they are nearly
silent movies. I'll be fine as long as you don't want me to run a mile or
play footy ha, ha, ha."
I said, " Well tomorrow we'll hire a gharry and driver and go for a picnic,
how's that sound? I promise that I wont expect you to do anything too
strenuous."
George grinned and said, " If it's with you I'll love whatever we do Brian,
I can't wait."
I gave him a gentle squeeze on his cock after ensuring we were not being
observed, he smiled and laughed saying, " I hope you are going to play with
that tomorrow, I can't wait for that it's been so long since you and I got
together. I've only been able to wank once in a blue moon since I've been in
the army, although I've had a few since I arrived here in Alex."
I said, " Yeah I know what you mean, they dose our tea with stuff to lower
our sex drive, I've pulled off twice in about 12 months."
I said, " Well George I have to go and report into the barracks or I'll have
to sleep out under a tree tonight, I'll see you after morning mess
tomorrow."
He grinned and slid his hand up my thigh till he encountered my bulge and he
felt my flaccid cock and gave it a squeeze saying, " Ok hot stuff I can't
wait till you get here tomorrow I will make sure I don't wank it tonight."
I left the hospital and made my way to the naval barracks showing my leave
pass to the duty Petty Officer who issued me a room number and I wandered
away till I found the stark little cubicle where I was to sleep. It was bare
except for a metal-framed bed and mattress with army issued blankets and a
towel with soap folded across the foot, the freedom of having a space for
just myself was a luxury after months cramped up in the ship sharing hammock
space with a mob of fellow jack tars. I dropped my duffle bag on the wooden
floor and threw myself onto the thin mattress, the bedsprings complained
squealing in protest and continued to squeak as I wriggled about.
I lay there contemplating my plans for getting together with George
tomorrow, I planned we would take the Gharry out of the city to the desert
where there was a small oasis which was idyllic a small pond of clear water
seeping from a spring, surrounded by palm trees and soft verdant grasses.
The driver would stay with the transport to watch his horse while we enjoyed
a skinny dip in the refreshing water and then we could lie together in the
shade and renew our pleasure with one another's bodies. My penis was
straining with the excitement of being with my boyhood friend and I felt I
would burst but refrained from wanking it for relief. I too like George
wanted to save my sperm for him tomorrow.
I made up the cot and stripped to my briefs and grabbed the soap and towel
and headed down the corridor to the showers, I entered the moist humid room
and the area was busy as numerous guys were washing themselves. I stood
there as I removed my underwear and surveyed the delightful sights under the
shower heads, most of these guys were my age late teens early twenties in
the prime of life with fit military trained bodies. It was eye candy of
unbelievable quality and quantity and I was having difficulty keeping my
cock under control. I jumped under a shower vacated by a hunky red haired
lad with incredibly white skin, as most guys out here in the Med sun baked
every chance they got, this lad obviously had either just arrived or
protected himself from the burning rays.
The red head stood there toweling his wet hair leaving his whole body on
display, his 4inch soft cock flapping about above his low hanging balls was
a sight to see and his glabrous pale body was nearly completely smooth. A
small set of reddish angel wings of pubic hair decorated his prominent pubic
mound, he looked so tasty I would have loved to suck that delicious 4inch
morsel into my mouth and feel it grow in my mouth to its full size.
He toweled himself dry then wrapped his towel around his slim hips, I could
see the soft mound protruding out swelling the towel, as he walked out the
entrance. I finished showering and dried myself off then headed back to my
small room I located it and as I passed the room opposite I looked in to
find the red head lying on his bed in a pair of briefs. He was reading a
book and I could see his cock lying across his hip semi hard, I thought he
must be reading something erotic, the Arabs were always flogging erotic
literature and pictures of nude women to our troops. I walked into my room
and sat on the bed watching the lad and his cock was getting harder as I
stared, he absentmindedly reached down and adjusted his cock and it tented
the underpants. He obviously was deeply engrossed in the book as he didn't
realize I was sitting opposite him watching, he began to squeeze his cock
and I saw a wet spot staining the briefs. He opened his legs slightly and
groped his swelling balls; I was as hard as a gun barrel as I watched him
toying with himself.
He began to stroke his cock and I began to feel a sneeze coming on, I
desperately tried to control it but it burst out, "AHCHOO", the red head
looked up startled then his pale face went bright red as he blushed and
dropped the book over his swollen tool. I smiled disarmingly as him and
opened my legs allowing him to see my hard on spearing up in the opening of
my towel, his frightened eyes flicked down and saw my pole in full erection
and view and his eyes widened as he stared at my hard meat. I saw his pink
tongue creep slowly across his soft lips and he lifted the book releasing
his rampant rock hard young cock, the pale shaft in great contrast to the
crimson blood engorged helmet, which was oozing clear fluid.
He smiled at me hesitantly and wrapped a hand around his 6inch long slender
shaft and waggled it about gently, his expression changed to a look of
desire as his eyes requested me to come across and relieve his tension. I
stood like a man in a dream and sauntered slowly across the corridor
oblivious to anyone who might be there, I entered his cubicle and knelt on
the splintery wooden floor. My hand reached slowly out and my lips
approached his flaming crimson knob, in a dreamlike state I kissed his wet
glans then my lips parted slowly ingesting the smooth slippery knob into my
warm wet mouth.
The red haired lad groaned and began to lift off the mattress as he tried to
drive his swollen spike deeper into my mouth, I held him tightly to stop his
movement and teased the swollen plum licking the gaping opening and driving
the tip into his urethra. He quivered like a taught jelly and his penis
pulsed fast in my orifice, he began to breath faster and more raggedly
slight moans and whimpers escaped his parted lips as he played with his
swollen balls with one hand and pinched his nipples with the other. I slowly
swallowed his throbbing tool deeply into my throat and began to swallow
using my throat muscles to work on his knob while my tongue stroked his
shaft.
He groaned loudly and I felt him tense up as his cock swelled in my mouth
then with a gasping grunt he fired off into my throat, a huge emission of
sweet very tasty sperm rocketed into my mouth again and again he filled my
mouth until he deflated back onto the mattress completely drained and
exhausted. His slender body wracked with tremors as he gasped for air, his
normally pale face was red with the effort of his climax. I milked the last
vestiges from his cock as I heard someone applauding behind me; I froze in
position as I wondered who was watching me sucking the lad.
I pulled off his rapidly deflating cock and turned my head to see a British
sailor standing there in his uniform, his tight bell bottom trousers showing
his tightly held erection resting right across his hip as he grinned and
applauded. I blushed and stood up as the red haired lad covered himself
self-consciously, the seamen grinned and said, " That was a great welcome to
the barracks, and do you do that very often, if so can you give me a head
job too? "
The jolly jack tar reached down and squeezed his turgid tool and thrust his
hips forward in an erotic invitation, he smirked and said, " Can you relieve
this for me now?"
I looked at his groin and saw at least 8inches of hard man meat, I walked
across to him and pushed him across into my room and closed the door. I then
undid the buttons of his bell-bottoms and the flap dropped down exposing his
flat lower abdomen from his navel down to the bulge of his briefs. His black
snail trail ran from his raised button of a navel to the wide elastic
waistband of his briefs in an ever-widening triangle of soft hair, I lifted
his shirt up and the waistband from his flat belly and pulled the trousers
and briefs down at the same time.
Out leapt the trouser snake in all it's beauty as it slammed against his
prominent six pack, a sliver of clear juice flew off the tip as it leapt
upwards. I knelt there staring at the gorgeous shaft and I heard the door
creak open and the red haired lad crept into my room. He stood there quietly
ogling the size of the Brit's cock, then reached out his shaking hand and
touched the burning flesh. The man whispered, " Do you like what you feel
boy?"
The lad trembled with excitement and gasped, " Oh yes it is magnificent I've
never seen one that big before."
The older seaman smiled at the young man and said, " Would you like to take
my cock?"
The red head nodded and he reached out to grasp it again when the guy
grabbed him and threw him face down onto my bunk and ripped his briefs down
baring his pale almost luminescent mounds of muscle guarding his crack. The
man knelt between the lad's legs and pushed them wider apart as he bent down
and licked the tight muscles running his pink wet tongue along the clenched
crevice. The lad gasped in shock as he felt the wet tongue caress his virgin
flesh, he wriggled and the man pushed his fingers into the crack and he
pried the muscles apart opening the deep crack to his view he looked at me
and said, " Oh look at these virgin little lips in here, they are just
pursed waiting for my tongue to caress them."
I peered into the valley and saw the delightful pink wrinkled muscle
guarding the lad's inner most being, my cock twinged at the magical lad's
fanny but I knew the Brit was going to ravish the lad. The man pulled the
orbs stretching them further apart till the deep cleft was wide open and the
wrinkled opening was fully exposed as it twitched, he tasted the lad and
purred saying, " Mmm he is as clean as a new whistle, he is so sweet to the
taste I could eat him all day."
He dived back in burying his tanned face into the pale flesh driving a
gasping shudder from the younger man; the tongue penetrated into the depths
of his tunnel and began to lubricate his soft silky crimson inner lining.
The lad was writhing on my bed his head thrown back as he moaned frantically
getting louder as he became more excited, I moved to his face and thrust my
engorged tool into his gaping maw silencing his moans to muffled sighs.
The man knelt upright and lifted his fat pole till the swollen knob touched
the twitching arse lips, he looked at me and said, " You might get bitten if
you keep your cock in there, I think you should gag him with your hand it
might be safer."
I pulled out and placed my palm across the lad's gasping mouth as the guy
began to thrust his tool into the lad's rectum. I watched the boy's face as
his eyes bugged out and sweat began to break out on his forehead, he
frantically tried to pull away from the assault but the edge of the bed
pressed against his thighs. He was screaming into my hand as his head lifted
exposing his tensed throat and I could feel his saliva drenching my hand as
I muffled his terrorized screams, tears began to course from his now pain
slitted eyes as he twisted frantically about in diabolical pain. The man
screwed deeper and deeper into the abused flesh until he bottomed out his
wiry pubes crushed against the smooth taught flesh between the stretched
arse cheeks. He held that position for a few minutes rammed hard into the
hot tight guts of the traumatized teen, the lad began to accept the log
rammed deep inside his body and he started to relax as his bowels adjusted
to the fleshy invader.
The sailor felt the lad relaxing and slowly slid the large tool back towards
the tight clasping ring, the boy moaned into my hand as he felt the
emptiness in his guts, the man halted with the ring tight around the base of
his fat helmet then he eased back into the hot wet sticky flesh as the boy
began to push back onto his moving sword. The pubes contacted the stretched
silky white flesh then he retracted again as the boy began to pant and moan
in pleasure. The man now knew the lad was enjoying his fuck so he sped up
the pace pistoning deep then retrieving, shunting back and forth surging
deep and building towards his climax.
The lad was groaning clamping his arse muscles on the fat torpedo as it
plunged back and forth, the man's face was crimson from the effort and his
sweat flowed down dripping onto the lilly white back of the lad, then with a
strangled groan the man rammed deeply into the quivering tube and spewed his
built up seed right up into the lad's guts as the red head's hard dick shot
all over my blanket. I had to clamp my hand tightly over the lad's gaping
gob as he screamed in pleasure then he went limp and sagged onto my bed as
the sailor folded on top of his sweaty back.
I pulled my saturated hand away from the lad so he could breathe easier and
I licked the boy's sweet saliva from my hand, as I watched the heaving duo
lying on my bed. The contrast in size and colouration drew my attention, the
tanned older much larger man crushing the slender pale white freckled lad as
they slowly recuperated from their frantic copulation.
I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed and waited for them to recover, my
hand gently fondling the lad's damp hair as I whispered, " Did you enjoy
your first fuck?"
The lad his face buried in my bed mumbled, " Oh yeah it was very painful at
first but after a while it was unbelievably hot, I loved it. I even blew my
load without wanking my cock, he drove the cum out of my balls, it was
unbelievable."
The Englishman pulled free from the tight enclosure of the lad's anus,
causing the boy to groan sharply as the knob stretched his ring on
departure, the man stood up wiping the sweat from his brow and said, " That
was the best sex I've ever had youngun, your arse is so tight I thought my
cock might drop off from the pressure your ring put on me."
The boy rolled onto his back and grinned saying, " Mmmm I'm glad you enjoyed
it as much as I did because it was mind blowing, I hope we can get together
again before I get posted to a ship."
The lad lay there his stomach glistening with the remnants of his
ejaculation, his penis lying on his stomach still oozing a slight dribble of
pearly semen onto his flat flesh. I couldn't resist bending down and sucking
the limp cock into my mouth and draining the last of his sweet tasty juice.
He thanked me and asked if I would like to use his arse as well but I said,
" No, thank you very much for offering your sexy young body to me but I'm
saving my juice for my friend who is in hospital here and were going out on
a picnic tomorrow."
The lad looked sad and said, " You are lucky to have a friend here to go
with I left all my friends behind in Perth when I left Australia."
He stood up and retrieved his briefs from the floor pulling them up tucking
his cute cock away as the English sailor adjusted his clothing, he finished
then grasped the lad and kissed him passionately saying, " I'll be your
friend as long as we are ashore here if you'd like that."
The lad looked up at the man and snuggled against his chest saying, " Oh
great you've no idea how lonely I've been since I left home, I'd be
eternally grateful for your friendship here."
The two of them walked out of my room and I heard them enter the lad's room
across the passageway then I heart the door close quietly. I looked at my
rumpled blanket with the damp stain of the lad's drying semen and wished I
had sucked him off while he was being rooted. I pulled back the blanket and
slid into the bed turning on my side and closed my eyes hoping to dream of
my George.
The lights flickered warning that it was lights out time and then the room
was plunged into darkness as I lay there trying to get used to the firm
stationary bed after sleeping in hammocks on a moving ship. I tossed and
turned trying to sleep my mind awhirl with the sights of the guys having sex
together, it must have been about 1am before I finally dropped off to sleep.
I awoke in the darkness with the feeling of a warm body pressed against my
back; I lay there not moving as the body spooned up tight to mine. I could
feel the heat and pressure of a tumescent cock pressed against my crack, I
lay there wondering who it was then I heard the voice of the young red
haired lad saying, " I hope you don't mind me coming into your bed but I
feel so lonely in there on my own."
I whispered, " Where is your English friend why aren't you in with him?"
He said, " If I went to him I wouldn't get any sleep, he is so randy after
so long at sea he wants to fuck me every few minutes my poor little arse is
so sore I couldn't take any more of his pole tonight. He rooted me three
times in about two hours."
I smiled and said, " Ok you can sleep in here with me you know I won't fuck
you."
He giggled happily, " Yes that's why I thought I could sleep in here with
you."
I snuggled down and again felt the hard hot penis twitching against my arse,
it caused my cock to leap erect and the lad began to feel my knob against
the hand he had draped across my waist. He felt the hot helmet brush against
his hand and he said, " What's that doing I thought you were saving your cum
for your friend tomorrow?"
I said, " It is your hot cock pressing into my arse that is causing my
problem, I've never had a dick in there before I'm a virgin like you were."
He smiled in the darkness I could tell by his voice as he said, " well I can
certainly fix that situation for you if you'd like me to, I've never fucked
anyone either would you like me to try?"
I was feeling hot and excited and my body was driving me on against my
brain's orders, I rubbed my arse on his tool and I felt him pull down his
briefs and he spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva against my hole then he
spat again and slathered his prick with more saliva. He pulled back slightly
and I felt his knob touch my ring, I said, " Be careful I'm going to be very
tight, please be gentle."
He sniggered and said, " I'll be gentler than the Pommie was, even though
you helped him root my bum."
He slowly pushed against my sphincter until it parted enough for his crimson
tip broke through the burning pain lasted only a few seconds as he slapped
more saliva onto my stretched ring. He gradually and very slowly pushed into
me and I felt my tunnel open wider as he spread my flesh, his lips were at
my ear and I heard his faint whimpers and felt the warmth of his sweet
breath. I groaned quietly as he slowly entered me completely and I felt
stuffed full of his slender tossle, he gradually pulled back and pushed in
building gently up in speed and once he heard my breathing increase he knew
I was feeling no pain and he began to pound my arse.
I was delirious with pleasure after so long without release and after
watching him get fucked and sucking him off, my body was demanding sex and
my brain gave into my animalistic desires. I loved the feeling of his cock
in me and the sensation of his hips slamming against my buns. I was panting
in heat and pushing back against his frantic thrusts as he climbed to the
pinnacle of his climax. He went rigid as he rammed hard into me and I felt
his abdominal muscles tensing and writhing as his tool swelled and spurted
time after time deep in my hole, he tried to pull my cock but I stopped him
and grunted, " No! No! I'm saving my sperm for tomorrow."
He pulled away from my cock saying, " Ok I just thought you might need to
blow your top. It's your choice so I'll go along with you."
His body relaxed quivering as his cock trembled in my hole I felt his climax
ebb away and his cock shrank inside me allowing my rectum to shrink back
slowly. I sighed as he kissed my ear and said, " Thanks mate that was the
best, I'm not sure which I like more being on top or on the bottom. They are
both unbelievable and enjoyable."
He snuggled up to me again and we dropped off to sleep his cock still
nestled in my full bum. I awoke in the morning he was still asleep but his
cock was wide awake and throbbing in my anus, I wriggled a little and it
moved deep in my guts sending a thrill through me as his cock rubbed against
something deep in my hole. He moved in his sleep and sighed softly, I pushed
back on his crotch then pulled forward causing his prick to caress my
insides sending shivers through my body. He moved a little and flexed his
cock then pushed against my back, he kissed my ear and said, " Good morning
sexy one, you've got me all hot and hard again do you want me to fuck you
again my sexy friend?"
I sighed and nodded, " Oh yes I felt you all hard and swollen inside me when
I woke up and I had to wriggle on it and it touched something in there that
made me nearly cum on the spot."
He began to rock his hips back and forth as he fucked into me and started me
groaning with pleasure, I begged him to fuck me harder and he obliged
pounding into me his belly slapping against my clenched bum. I tightened up
as much as I could so we could both enjoy the movement of his slim 6inch
tool, he was soon grunting and puffing as his climax approached the movement
in my arse lubricated with his own cum from last night made him slide much
easier and my sloppy guts soon sucked the juice from his swollen nuts and he
rammed harder into me and added to the flood in my guts.
He stayed there till he recovered then he slid his semi erect prick out of
my swollen puffy arse lips allowing a slight dribble of juice to escape with
his cock. He slid down the bed and began to lick his juice from my sloppy
nuts as I opened my legs wide to his wet tongue. He lapped my balls then my
crack and found my gaping hole still open so he pressed his sweet lips
around my wrinkled ring and began to suck hard, siphoning the mixture of his
two loads and my own natural lubricants into his hungry mouth. He slobbered
there until he had removed all he could then he pulled away and I rolled
over to stare at his wet lips. He bent over me and kissed me transferring
some of the mixture into my mouth and our tongues swirled the juices about
as we smooched.
He sat back and we swallowed savoring the tasty nectar then he bent down and
kissed my swollen cock, kissed my roiling balls and looked at me saying, "
Oh how I wished you would fuck me and pump your pent up cum into my body or
allow me to suck you dry."
I moaned and replied, " Believe me sexy if it wasn't for me finding George
here I would be honoured to have you as my lover. You are probably one if
not the sexiest guy I've ever met in my lifetime but George has my heart,
I'm so sorry. "
He pouted and gave my genitals another fondle then said, " What if I sucked
you till you are nearly there then stopped, it would make you even hornier
for your George when you meet him later."
I thought about it as he had me so sexed up and I nodded saying, " You can
do me but when I say stop you've got to do it ok? "
He nodded as he grinned and played with my cock in one hand and my raging
nuts in the other, my balls had never looked so big and swollen before as he
played with them. I watched my breath caught in my throat as he slowly
lowered his red haired head down until his lips touched my knob, I was
holding my breath waiting for sensation of his hot wet mouth engulfing my
tool. He slowly teasingly kissed my knob repeatedly and kept opening his
mouth as if he would swallow me then he would pull back and grin evilly at
me.
My heart was palpitating and I was beginning to hyperventilate the
excitement and suspense was driving me over the edge when he sensed my
plight and descended sucking my pulsing prick deep into his mouth. I arched
up driving for his throat and before I knew what happened my cock erupted
without warning and my seed spurted into his throat as he gagged in shock.
My nuts were out of sight as they roared up into my body cavity and my dark
wrinkled empty sack was almost invisible at the base of my cock, as I
emptied my precious saved up load into his mouth.
I was so excited my body was wracked with shudders as my nervous system
adjusted to the sexual explosion, my conscience nullified by the sexual
high, the lad gulping frantically trying to keep up with the deluge of sperm
flooding his orifice, causing his cheeks to bulge. He finally swallowed the
pearly semen and he pulled up my cock cleaning every last drop as he sucked
me hard, he sat back licking the overflow from his lips and looked at me
sadly. He apologized, " Oh hell I'm sorry I didn't think you would blow at
my first contact, I didn't mean to destroy your gift for George can you
forgive me?"
I lay there feeling exhausted and shook my head weakly saying, " It wasn't
your fault it was all mine I shouldn't have let you near me it's been so
long since I came it was dangerous especially as I was so sexed up after the
last 10 hours. Sucking you off, watching you get rooted by the Pommie and
then letting you get your jollies twice in my arse. It is completely my own
fault."
I was mortified about losing my load as I thought of spending the day with
George, I knew I'd soon rebuild another load but I wanted it to be a huge
amount that's why I'd been saving it. He stood up and pulled on his briefs
and looked at me with a hesitant smile saying, " Well would you come to the
showers with me so we can get cleaned up?"
I smiled back and said, " A toilet visit first I think I have two big warm
loads of your cum in my guts I need to empty them before I shower. You too
must have the Pom's cum still in your arse I think or did you get rid of it
last night?"
He smiled and said, " I had to shit his out last night it was running down
my legs I was so full, he blew such a monstrous ammount."
I got up clenching my arse as I felt some of the cum he couldn't reach slide
down inside my tunnel, " Ok then I'll go shit first then join you in the
showers ok?"
I pulled on my briefs and grabbed the towel and waddled to the toilet,
squatted on the loo and felt his juices explode out splattering the bowl as
I farted heavily, the scent of cum and crap filled the air and I hoped no
one was in either cubicle next door. I sat back enjoying the feeling of
release and wiped my arse clean using a lot of paper then flushed the toilet
and hurried to the showers. He was already there and the ablution area was
empty so we had the showers to ourselves we shared a shower and enjoyed
washing one another and cleaning each others genitals and fingering each
others arse holes to clean them out.
We left the shower and dried off then headed back to our rooms to dress, we
then headed to the mess hall for breakfast and we saw the English sailor
there and joined him at his table. We chatted away merrily and ate our meals
then I stood up saying, " Well fellows I've got to get going to hire a
Gharry then pick up my mate, I'll see you this evening when I get back."
They looked up and said, " Ok well see you later on, have fun won't you?"
I laughed and said, " I'm sure I will see you later."
I walked out and exited the building into the blinding hot sunlight and
flagged a passing gharry, climbed aboard and told the driver to go to the
military hospital, he whipped the poor old nag and it began to trot off
along the road weaving through the heavy traffic of camouflaged military
vehicles. The stench of exhaust fumes and dust filled the air as they
trotted slowly through the streets, they arrived at the massive hospital and
I climbed out and walked inside to find George. He was dressed and waiting
for me so we left immediately and I helped him climb into the carriage and
jumped in myself as the driver cracked his whip sending the nag into it's
trot.
We trotted through the city and I asked the driver to stop so I could
purchase supplies for our picnic at a café on the outskirts of the town. I
bought a cold chicken with some local bread and I managed to obtain some
wine and fruit to top off the meal. We continued on till we reached the
desert and soon arrived at the oasis, the driver pulled up and put a nose
bag on the horse while he went and got a bucket of water for the horse then
he climbed into the shade of the Gharry and pulled his burnoose over his
face and went to sleep.
We walked hand in hand into the oasis and stripped off then we walked into
the clear tepid pool, George couldn't submerge completely due to his wound
dressing so he sat in the shallows as I swam about enjoying the freedom of
skinny dipping. I returned to George and we sat together cuddling and
kissing, his penis standing tall from his crotch looking like a submarine's
periscope as it stood above the water. I'd forgotten the perfection of his
penis it was as straight as I ruler with a clean neat circumcision scar
about one inch below the flared head, it was 7inches long and 4 inches
around his neat blonde bush covering his pubic mound and a thin trail
pointing the way to his deep navel. I wrapped my hand around the smooth
shaft and stroked him gently as he sighed and sought my lips with his; we
kissed avidly our tongues dancing the fandango together frantically.
We stood up together our lips locked with me helped George get to his feet,
we then walked from the pool to the shade of the date palms and I lowered
him to the soft verdant grass. I dropped next to him and hugged him to my
chest ensuring I didn't put pressure on his wound or broken ribs, he sighed
and returned the embrace. Our lips locked again then I pulled back a little
and I watched his handsome face as he closed his dreamy blue eyes, I studied
his tanned skin, his blonde almost white sun bleached eyebrows and long
eyelashes, his straight nose with its slightly flared nostrils above his
wide soft slightly pouting lips. My cock throbbed with delight as I studied
the guy I had loved for years, only a world war was able to separate us and
now the war had brought us back together, at least in a temporary fashion.
I couldn't wait any longer I kissed him again my lips parted and I began to
run them down his firm chin to his arched throat, I nibbled on his prominent
Adam's apple causing him to swallow and chuckle then my lips moved further
down onto his collar bone and I ran them along the prominent taught skin
till I reached the firm muscle ball at his shoulder I slid down the side of
his pectoral and inserted my nose into his arm pit inhaling his masculine
scent and allowing his fine blonde hair to tickle my nose. He raised his arm
and I buried my mouth in his lightly haired pit licking the sweet sweat from
his smooth flesh as he giggled from the sensation as my tongue tickled him.
He began to writhe and then he gasped in pain, I pulled away from his pit
and asked if he was ok. He nodded and said, " It was just a twinge from my
ribs as I wriggled from your tongue tickling me."
I apologized and said, " I'll be more careful it's just that I want to taste
every inch of your superb body."
He sighed saying, " My superb body? You've got to be joking man I'm just an
average Joe, you are the better built of us."
I smiled and said, " To me you are the best looking most stunningly built
man I have ever seen. I'm so lucky to have you as my friend."
He blushed and took my hand in his and began kissing each finger then he
sucked each one softly and sexily in his marvelous mouth. His blue eyes
locked on mine as he seductively sucked each of my digits, I could see the
deep tenderness in his deep eyes and felt I was sliding into their blue
depths. The mood was shattered by the sound of a fast low flying aircraft
and we startled looked skywards to see an ME 110 German reconnaissance plane
roaring across above our tranquil oasis, it was being chased by a British
Hurricane which was firing it's machine guns at the fleeing twin engined
intruder. A thin plume of smoke was issuing from the port engine of the
ME110 as it weaved out of sight into the distance and silence returned to
our oasis.
We sighed sadly to think our idyllic tryst was interrupted by the war even
here so far behind the front lines, it took a few minutes for our nerves to
settle again and I kissed him softly saying, " I hope that is the last
interruption we will have out here."
He laughed and said, " At least it didn't crash here or drop a bomb on us,
we should be grateful for small mercies."
I nodded and gently pushed him flat on his back as I began to kiss his
smooth firm six pack running my tongue around each muscle over the velvety
smooth skin, he was flinching as I licked him his muscles twitching as if
electricity was shooting through his body. I tongued his sexy tight navel
wetting the few blonde hairs growing from the tight knot within, he chuckled
and I saw his penis growing tall from the corner of my eye. I turned and
sucked him deeply into my mouth as he groaned loudly, I salivated all over
the tumescent tool getting it nice and wet, then I straddled his hips and
grasped his perfect 7inch pole. George laid there his eyes closed enjoying
my squeezing and sliding my hand over his saliva slippery sword, a faint
smile upturning the corners of his sexy lips. I settled his purple satiny
knob at the gateway to my love tunnel and I began to sit down onto his
raging roger. His eyes flew open as he felt my ring suck his sensitive
helmet inside my body; he lifted up on his elbows a look of complete wonder
and astonishment coursed across his visage. I inched further down his
pulsing prick and he smiled angelically his mouth opening then his tongue
protruded partly as his eyes closed and he flexed his neck.
I slid further down enjoying my third ever fucking, this one more than the
others because this was the man of my dreams, my life long partner who I had
been separated from for eighteen months and whom I had now found by kismet
in the insanity that is war. I wished his perfect penis could be permanently
part of me for eternity but I knew it would be only for a brief time as the
demon war was waiting on the sidelines. George lay there lost in the wonder
of his first fuck, my body absorbing his pole slowly, excruciatingly slowly
as I gradually moved my hot arse down his smooth pulsating pole. My spread
cheeks touched his light blonde pubic hair as I bottomed out on his
imprisoned penis, he gasped delightedly as I moaned with pleasure and he
flexed his strong arse muscles to flex his hips up higher sending the last
vestige of his cock into my stretched colon.
I was totally impaled on his strong spike and we stayed motionless coupled
together in an erotic embrace, his beautiful bandaged, damaged chest was
heaving as he gulped air, I could feel his pounding heart beat through his
engorged penis as my ring spas med on the thick base of his tool. I broke
the trance and began to lift my body up flexing my strong leg muscles and I
felt every hidden vein in his smooth cock as it rippled through my clutching
tight muscle. I rose until I felt the wide flaring of his proud helmet meet
my straining ring, I paused there watching his dreaming eyes then I slowly
slid back down the slippery shaft till I felt his pubic mound decorated with
his neat bush tickling my taught flesh.
I paused again as he pulsed inside me then I lifted again rising up
stimulating his cock, he gasped when his knob felt my arse lips touch the
super sensitive corona of his flared helmet. I began to bob faster and
faster up and down his rigid shaft we both began to pant as our bodies
climbed to fruition, he swelled bigger and my cock was trembling on the
verge of eruption. I forced myself down dropping fast on his dick, as he
screamed frantically and loudly and I felt his molten sperm pumping into my
body as my cock spurted cum all over his face, chest and stomach. We both
climaxed in unison a tornado of emotions coursing through our sex starved
bodies; George was almost passing out from the intensity of his massive
climax, while I was in a pink haze of sexual delight.
I stayed locked on his slowly deflating cock as I felt it shrink in my hole
then his sperm began to ooze out around his prick as I rose up and knelt
beside him licking his juice from his cock and pubes, he was scooping my
cream off his torso and licking it from his fingers. I finished cleaning his
groin and I slid up and sucked my cum from his bandages, it wouldn't do for
him to go back with cum staining his dressings. I finished cleaning him up
and then I helped him to his feet and we walked to the pool and sat in it
cooling our hot sweaty bodies as we washed ourselves.
We didn't realize the young Arab driver had heard George scream in pleasure
as he blew up my arse, he had crept through the palms till he could crouch
under cover and watch us. He lay there quiet as a mouse his body responding
to our sexual display, his young thin prick standing rigid as steel as he
watched us licking up our cum and then standing and walking to the pool. He
lay there stripping off his burnoose and when naked he began to wank his
young slender prick, he soon reached his immature climax and a gush of thin
boy juice spurted from his dark penis as his young balls drew up tight to
his body. His gasping groans reached our ears as we lay there enjoying the
water, I looked around but saw nobody so I stood up and walked dripping up
the bank until I saw the dark hair on the grass, I walked quietly on bare
feet across and found the young driver naked his still hard young teenage
cock in his hand as he came down from his climax.
I smiled and said, " Did you enjoy your little wank young man?'
The boy looked up fearfully and jumped up then knelt at my bare feet begging
me not to hit or whip him, I reached down and lifted his slight body saying,
" I wont hurt you I'm not angry with you. You can wank off if you want to
without being whipped."
The boy looked up at me his eyes wide and saw I was smiling at him and he
relaxed and I said, " Come down and join us in the water and you can wash
yourself there."
Before he splashed into the pool I said, " Hold it a minute boy, George
would you like to help me clean his cum off his hand and cock?"
George sat up gingerly and held out his hand to the young Arab who walked
shyly across to him as George took the cum covered fingers and began to lick
them clean enjoying the unique flavour of young teens cum, I knelt down and
cleaned the remnants from his still rigid dick and licked his almost
hairless groin clean. I then said to the boy now jump in and wash yourself
down. He stepped into the pool and washed his swarthy body then he sank into
the pool up to his neck as he lay back in the water.
We sat there watching the boy as he enjoyed the water, George turned to me
and said, " It must be time to eat, and I'm bloody starving let's get the
tucker from the Gharry."
I said, " We'll send the youngster to fetch it and I'm sure he will be
hungry it doesn't look as though he ever gets a square meal he is so thin."
I beckoned to the boy who left the pool and stood there water dripping from
his slender frame and I asked him to go and fetch the basket of food and
drink, he nodded and ran off through the palms. He hurried back totting the
heavy basket and placed it on the ground next to us, I reached in and pulled
out the cooked chook and the bread then began breaking the carcass up into
three portions while George tore the flat bread apart and we put it on the
plates. I passed one to the boy who smiled delightfully and he fell to
eating ravenously, while George and I enjoyed our portions. We finished the
main course and then we shared the fresh fruit and I poured out the wine,
the boy ate the fruit and shook his head when I offered him the wine he
indicated he would drink water. George whispered to me that he may be a
follower of Islam and as such couldn't drink alcohol, I nodded and we
finished off the wine between ourselves.
After eating we lay back under the shade of the palms and dozed the young
lad lay under the next tree watching us his eyes locked on our genitals, I
don't think he'd seen too many naked Caucasians in his young life. His penis
spent the whole time erect and pulsing as he kept stroking it gently; I said
to George, " He will end up with a bad case of blue balls if he keeps up
this behaviour."
George laughed and beckoned the boy over to us and I moved a little so he
could slip between us, he sat down between us and his head swiveled back and
forth as he studied our genitals. He seemed fascinated with George's blond
pubic hair as I was black haired like his own pubes, he looked up at George
and my lover nodded to him saying, " If you want to you can play with me."
The boy grinned and his thin hand dropped onto the fine golden triangle on
George's groin, his fingers picked at the golden hair as George began to get
an erection. The boy watched the large log growing in front of him and his
eyes widened when he saw how large it was close up. He touched the bare knob
and felt it between his fingers squeezing it gently and watching the lips of
the slit open and close, he seemed fascinated by the smooth shiny knob and
then the penny dropped the boy had a foreskin he didn't know what a
circumcised cock looked like. Mine was like his uncut so he wasn't
particularly interested in mine it might be much bigger but it was familiar.
The boy bent down to look closer at George and his face was almost touching
the pole, George grasped the boy's head and pressed his mouth to the knob,
the boy resisted momentarily then allowed him to push his open mouth onto
the fat plum like head of his cock. The boy began to lick him and soon was
swallowing half his tumescent tool as he bobbed up and down on it. George's
eyes glazed over as he neared his climax and he pushed the boy down harder
causing him to gag strongly, George let him up a little and the boy
continued sucking him until with a loud grunt he erupted into the sucking
mouth.
The lad manfully swallowed the load then sat up licking his lips and smiled
at George.
I laughed and said, " You obviously have two devoted lovers now George, I'm
getting jealous as hell, he is younger than me."
George smiled at the lad and ruffled his hair saying, " Thank you, you did
an excellent job there I really enjoyed your sucking."
The boy smiled proudly and his thin chest swelled with pride, he then stood
up and walked to where his burnoose was lying and dressed himself then bowed
to us and walked out of sight towards the Gharry. I laughed softly and
kissed George then said, " Well we might as well have a snooze now then we
can head back when it cools down a little."
We lay back and dozed off in the shade listening to the vibrations of the
palm leaves as the afternoon sea breeze kicked up. A couple of hours later
the temperature dropped as the sea breeze cooled the desert and we got
dressed and picked up the remnants of our picnic stowing it in the basket
and walked back to our waiting transport. The boy sat up and climbed down
removed the horses nose bag and tipped out the remaining water stowing the
bucket under his seat. He climbed onto his seat as we climbed aboard and he
cracked the whip stirring the horse into a reluctant trot and we headed back
towards the crowded city. We kissed and hugged and George thanked me for the
great day and told me he loved me deeply, I returned his feelings and told
him I couldn't wait for the war to finish so we could be together for good.
We reached the hospital and I walked George inside after he thanked me again
as we shook hands and hugged gently. I told him I'd see him tomorrow then he
walked inside and I returned to the Gharry and said to the boy, " Back to
the barracks thanks young man, will you be available tomorrow morning I'd
like to have you drive us again?"
The boy nodded eagerly and asked what time I'd want him, I told him about
10am would be fine and he nodded and said, " I'll be there as you request."
I leapt from the carriage as we stopped at the barracks, I handed the boy
double what he asked for and said, " The extra is for you not your boss,
tuck it in your burnoose lad."
The boy had tears in his eyes as he saluted and drove off into the evening
traffic as I turned into the barracks. I nodded to the duty Petty Officer
and walked down the passageway to my room, I grabbed my towel and hurried to
have a shower before bed. I quickly showered and dried off then padded back
to my bed and collapsed onto my cot and dropped quickly off to sleep after
my very enjoyable and exciting day.
I slept like a log all night and awoke at 7am as the sounds of people moving
about the building began to disturb my sleep. I stretched and sat up in bed
my mind rested and relaxed the break from the war doing me good due to the
trauma and tension ebbing away. I felt like a new man partly from the rest
but mainly due to my love for George, he had completely taken my mind off
the violence of the world around us.
I arose and dressed wandered lazily down to the mess and found neither the
red head nor the British sailor at breakfast so I found a table to myself
and ate a leisurely meal topped off with three cups of hot tea. Rested with
a full stomach I sat back surveying the mess hall, watching the passing
parade of sailors and troops as they came and went. I killed time until it
was 930 then I wandered out to the veranda at the front of the barracks and
sat on a bench watching the bustling pedestrian and road traffic. The time
ticked on and at 0955 the familiar Gharry pulled up in front of the building
and Brian stood up and walked to the carriage, the boy beamed happily at him
as he climbed aboard. The whip cracked and away they went heading for the
hospital and when they arrived there was George seated on a bench in the
front of the building Brian leapt down and George handed him a basket
saying, " My shout for dinner today mate."
I stowed the basket and helped him climb into the Gharry watching his
muscular arse as he climbed in I then followed him aboard and with a whip
crack we were off out of the town again. They had set up a military check
point on the outskirts of the city and we had to produce our passes to the
red capped military policemen on duty armed with sub machine guns, they
checked our papers then asked where we were heading and wished us a good
day. We headed for the oasis again and after an hour we arrived and climbed
out carrying the basket with us, George invited the boy to accompany us and
he said he would as soon as he'd watered the horse and put its nosebag on.
We reached the pool and stowed the basket in the shade then placed the wine
into the pool to keep it cool, we stripped off and sat in the water, cooling
off. The boy joined us and stripped off, his flaccid cock flapping about as
he ran and jumped into the water, he grinned and cavorted about like a young
seal then he tired and came across to sit with us in the water. George gave
the wet lad a cuddle and a kiss, the boy's colour deepened as he blushed and
dropped his head looking down obviously embarrassed. His small penis
floating upright in the clear water began to thicken and grow until it poked
up against his thin belly.
I smiled at George seeing the lad's embarrassment and now his cute cock was
peeking out at us. The boy stood up and hurried away to sit under a palm in
the shade as he tried to regain control over his pig headed excited tool. I
turned to George and we kissed desultorily as my hand caressed his
burgeoning manhood, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and tried to poke it
down my throat, I sucked on it hungrily and sighed saying, " I wish this
damned war was over and we were lying on the banks of the beautiful Swan
River instead of this bloody oasis in this cursed country."
George held my face between his hands and looked deep into my brown eyes
saying, " It would be great to be back home but it is terrific to steal
these few days together here in this foreign land. I know we are soon to be
separated again but let us make the most of the time we have together."
I felt a huge lump in my throat form as my eyes misted over, I was close to
tears and he kissed my eyes softly saying, " Don't cry my love let us be
happy with what we have together here."
I dropped my face to his smooth chest and sobbed saying, " But we have so
little time I've got to return to my ship in a few days, I don't want to
leave you here on your own. I have a premonition that something bad is going
to happen soon to one of us."
He lifted my face up and said, " Well lets not waste any time then, I want
you to bury your cock deep in my body, then you can leave a part of you,
your life juice, in me to keep me company when you've gone back to sea."
I looked up at him and gasped, " You mean you want me to fuck you? I always
thought you were the giver not the taker."
George smiled at me and said, " In our relationship I feel we should share
everything and that includes our sex so we can truly be a couple."
I kissed him fervently and he said, " I'd love to lie on my back so you can
stuff me and I could watch your sexy face but due to my wound and ribs I
think we should do it with me on my side as I am now. It will take the
pressure of my chest area."
He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a small jar of
Vaseline handing it across to me saying, " Here lubricate my hole with this,
it will be too awkward trying to eat my hole in this position."
I unscrewed the jar scooping out a finger full of the lube and poked gently
into his tight ring, he winced and I felt him tighten up so I waited, with
just the tip of my finger in his pursed arse lips, until I felt him loosen
slightly. I gently inserted my digit deeper inside his furnace hot anus, he
moaned and tightened again so I waited for his acceptance again. He nodded
and said, " Put it all the way in Brian I'm ok now, the initial pain has
eased, see if you can get a second one in now."
I eased my middle finger back till the tip was still inside his tight ring
the I added my pointing finger and pushed them in gently, he tried to pull
away and I stopped pushing, I was only up to the first knuckle. He sighed
and I felt him push back on my fingers so I allowed him to do it by himself
and his hole swallowed both fingers, I began to twist my digits around and
open them slightly. His hole relaxed and he moaned as I finger fucked him I
worked a third finger in and he took it manfully, I knew now he was
beginning to really enjoy the sensation. I whispered in his ear, " Are you
ready my lover?"
He nodded his blonde head and gasped, " Oh yes Brian fuck your man tool into
my wanton arse."
I pulled my fingers out and positioned my trembling cock into his back
passage, the knob being kissed by his twitching puckered lips, I pushed
gently against his slight resistance and he tensed momentarily then a grunt
sounded from his slightly open mouth and my cock slipped deep into his
raging hot depths. I felt my pubes crush against his buns as I reached his
behind; his arse cheeks were clenched tight increasing the pressure on my
pulsing cock. I groaned and bit his shoulder gently not wanting to leave a
hickey on his bronzed skin, George groaned loudly and humped his arse back
on my dick then he raised his right leg up opening his hole further so I
could ram completely into his trembling body.
George's head arched back onto my shoulder and I looked into his exquisitely
satisfied face, his eyes half closed and his lips parted while his tongue
tip caressed his full lips. I kissed his small ear tonguing deeply into the
hole sending further tingling sensations through his body to tease his brain
further. He shuddered and groaned backing onto me firmly as I began to pound
into his superb chute, my breathing increased commensurate to my thrusting.
My hands reached around his body to pinch and tease his erect nipples, the
nubs hard as pebbles in my fingers. He shuddered harder and his gasps for
air increased, I saw movement and the young Arab lad was lying in front of
George and he began to suck the oozing rock hard tool.
George screamed loudly and began to hump into the lad's mouth, driving his
hard on deep into the boy then ramming back onto my raging cock, I felt my
balls back up and that incredibly hot feeling sweep through my nuts as I
started to void my seed as far up George as it would reach, his ring began
to clench tightly onto my cock as he unloaded into the young lad's orifice.
We lay there for some time recuperating then my shrinking cock dropped
greasily from George's clamped ring, he sighed and said, " Oh shit I was
hoping you would stay there for a while longer, I feel as though you have
deserted me Brian. My arse is feeling empty but wet and squishy at the same
time, you must have let go one bloody huge load in my tunnel."
The young lad was lying beside George his face grinning smugly as he rolled
some of the cum he had sucked from the man's thick cock around in his mouth.
Brian looked at the young Arab and said, " Would you like to come here and
suck my penis now?"
The lad looked at him and smiled then nodded as he remembered the money
Brian had given him yesterday so he decided that it would be ok to suck the
big friendly Aussie sailor. He crawled around George and I lay back on the
grass giving the lad an open go at my flaccid greasy cum and juice covered
prick. The swarthy young lad crawled between his spread thighs and bent his
head down to suck the slippery cock; he sucked it into his lips tasting the
dual flavour of cum and arse juices. He obviously enjoyed the taste and
sucked me to an erection speedily, my cock was throbbing again as I watched
the kid bobbing up and down on my tool. George turned around and began to
lick the young lad's sweaty sand covered arse cheeks causing him to increase
his fellatio on my pole.
He was whimpering and bobbing faster and taking my tool right down his young
skinny throat, I could see his mouth swelling and the bulge in his throat as
he took me deeply. I clasped his greasy black hair and rammed my pole as
hard as I could into his orifice, he struggled a little so I let his head go
and he carried on sucking like an expert. I soon felt the magical feeling as
I neared my second climax the boy obviously must have felt my cock expanding
but he kept working while George now had two fingers up the lad's tight slim
arse. I groaned and arched, the boy sucked hard and drew my semen gushing
from my urethra into his gullet and he swallowed my nectar without gagging
in the least.
The lad pulled off my empty pipe and licked his lips and George removed his
fingers from the lad's rectum and we all lay back exhausted and decided to
have a nap in the shade. Time passed quietly as we enjoyed the restful
surroundings of the oasis and we slept together for three hours until the
sun began to burn us as it passed across the sky. We awoke and shifted
around the tree into the shade again then decided to eat our picnic lunch we
opened the basket and removed the sandwiches the hospital kitchen had
prepared for George, we handed a packet to the boy who looked to see what
was in his ensuring it wasn't anything he couldn't eat but George had
ensured the sandwiches were non confrontational to any religion. We fell to
with great gusto and soon demolished the meal then George pulled out the
desert a fruit salad which tasted great and went down a treat then the white
wine from the pool was opened and we lay back against the tree trunk and
sipped the cool wine.
George asked me to not make plans tomorrow as he wanted me to come to the
hospital after lunch, at 2pm, as there was something official on and he
wanted my company during the proceedings. I said, " No worries mate I'll be
glad to be there for you what's it all about?"
He just grinned and said, " You will find out tomorrow my impatient friend
just bide your time."
We relaxed again and let our meal digest feeling very lazy in the warm
afternoon, we felt too lazy after our great sex to do anything after our
meal. The afternoon passed gently by with us enjoying one another's company
and the odd kiss and cuddle and as the time arrived for us to get dressed
and return to Alexandria we packed up our gear and walked out to the
carriage. In an hour we were again stopped at the road block and as the red
caps were new they thoroughly checked our papers and searched the gharry to
ensure there was nothing hidden there. They waved us through and we clip
clopped our way to the hospital where George climbed out and I passed him
the basket gave him a hug and said, " I'll see you tomorrow mate at 1.30 is
that ok?"
George smiled and said, " Yeah you can come a little early but the fun
begins at 2pm and I'm not telling you about it before hand."
I laughed and said, " You are a secretive sod, but I'll be patient and I
hope it's worth all the secrecy."
I climbed aboard the gharry and we trotted back to the barracks, I again
gave the lad a big tip and he grinned and said, " I pick you up at 1.15pm
and take you to Mr. George at the hospital boss?"
I smiled and said, " Great but if you get a chance at a big job don't blow
it for us eh?"
The lad smiled and said, " I do anything for you Mr. Brian, you very good to
me, I like you very much."
I reached up and squeezed his thin thigh and said, " I like you too Hussein,
if you can make it tomorrow I'd love to go with you to the hospital."
He bobbed his head and whipped the horse and pulled away into the thronging
transport, I walked in and headed for my room. The room opposite was
occupied by a new face, a petty officer from the submarine service, I nodded
to him and closed my door to have a rest before I went out to get a meal as
I'd missed the evening mess call. I lay on the bunk for a while thinking of
what George had on tomorrow and I couldn't think what it might involve,
maybe a concert party or something but I would have thought that would have
been advertised around the town. I shrugged and decided it would wait till
tomorrow and got up and wandered out to find a café where I could get a
feed, there was a small one just around the corner so I wandered in and they
gave me the hand written menu, I chose some vegetable soup and some coffee
as I didn't feel too hungry. They brought the dinner and I toyed with it for
a while then as it cooled down I scoffed it and drank the thick Turkish
style coffee, paid the bill and walked back to the barracks.
I turned in early and fell into a deep dreamless sleep and hardly stirred
all night, I awoke in the morning and got up showered and had a crap, then I
dressed and wandered down to the mess hall for breakfast, I ran into the
duty P.O. and asked him what happened to the red head and the big Brit
sailor, he told me the red head had been ordered aboard one of the
Australian destroyers while the Englishman was being shipped to Gibraltar on
the returning convoy. I grabbed a copy of the Alex Times the service
newspaper and took it to my room to pass the time, I lay on the bed and
began reading and found out what was going on at the hospital. The army was
dishing out a few gongs, medals, this afternoon so I now knew what George
had been hiding from me, I wondered if he was getting a gong himself.
The midday mess call sounded and I hurried down to a hot meal of Zeppelins
in the fog or sausages and mashed potatoes, reconstituted spuds not real
ones though. It was enjoyable non the less and I felt full when I finished,
the clock showed it was nearly time for me to leave so I went to my room and
polished my shoes and adjusted my uniform then left and headed out to find
Hussein waiting at the entrance. I jumped aboard and away we trotted,
arriving at the hospital to find George seated on the bench at the entrance
in full uniform, looking exceptionally handsome and smart in his newly
washed and pressed khakis, his boots spit polished and his gaiters and belt
freshly blancoed with the brass polished. He was a picture of elegance with
his cap on his head, he saw us arrive and leapt to his feet looking at my
clean uniform my bell bottoms showing my package well. He came over and
grinned and said, " You heard what was going on did you?"
I said, " Yes it was in the Alex Times, I read it after lunch. You are a
sneaky devil, why didn't you tell me what it was?"
He laughed and said, " I wanted to surprise you is that a bad thing?"
I grinned and shook my head and I asked if Hussein could also watch the
ceremony. George said, " They wont let him in to the ceremony because he is
a Wog, I'm sorry Hussein if it was my choice I'd be glad for you to be
there. Why don't you wait here I'll pay the hire fee and we will come out to
see you when it finishes, how's that sound?"
The boy looked sullen then grinned and said, " It not your fault Mr. George
I know how the authorities think of us Arabs, we are just servants and scum
in their eyes. I like you both very much and I know you don't think the same
way, I'll be glad to wait but for free it is my gift to you both."
I gave the lad a hug and two passing red tabbed staff officers looked
disgustedly at us and said, " Damned Colonials! Those bumpkins have no idea
of the proper decorum, fancy hugging a Wog it's disgusting."
We left Hussein outside and followed the two officers up the wide driveway,
they entered the portico and the guards came to attention smartly and
presented arms in salute as the officers walked past acknowledging their
salute with a wave of their batons touching the peak of their caps. We
walked in behind them and followed them to the large hall off the corridor
there were a few men standing about chatting and they snapped to attention
and saluted the pompous pair of staff officers again the barely acknowledged
the men's actions just a vague wave of their pudgy hands.
They moved up onto the raised dais at the front of the hall where a trestle
table had been set up draped with the Union Jack flag and with chairs lined
up behind it, they sat down and pulled out their cigarettes and lit up
blowing a blue cloud of smoke into the air. We stood together watching the
preparations and a public address system was installed and tested, then a
junior officer, a captain, entered the hall carrying a brief case and took
it up onto the dais. The officer opened the case and removed about 25 small
boxes and some paperwork setting it all up on the table.
The senior officers a major and a colonel fussed about organizing the boxes
in a line and then they sat back down and relaxed watching the doorway, we
heard some vehicles drive up to the entrance and the captain called the
gathered men to take their seats and settle down. We shuffled into the
second row and sat down waiting for the next development, we heard footsteps
marching in step up the corridor from the entrance and the captain called
the room to attention. We stood and snapped to attention as a small group of
brass entered, with General Wavell in the lead, he marched to the dais and
took his position in the center of the table with the junior officers spread
out on each side.
He looked around at the gathered troops, removed his cap and gloves and laid
them on the table and smiling said, " At ease men, you may be seated. We are
here today to award medals for brave acts carried out in the face of the
enemy, I'm very proud to be able to congratulate you brave soldiers and
issue you with a token of your country's appreciation."
There was a subdued murmur in the hall and I took a hard look at the
General, he looked gaunt and tired the stress of war was taking a heavy toll
on the man. I can remember when he first arrived here he was very alert and
fit looking now he looked tired and worn. I think the medal investiture was
a bright spot in his overworked routine trying to stop the advancing Afrika
Corps.
The medals winners were called one at a time and a brief resume of their
brave act was read out then the medal was presented. When George was called
to the dais he marched up smartly and then the General read out the reason
for the award, George although badly wounded had saved his squad by single
handedly attacking a German tank leaping onto it and throwing a grenade into
the turret killing the crew. He had then collapsed due to blood lose falling
to the ground and his mates had carried him back to the first aid station,
where it was touch and go whether he would pull through. His mates had
rallied around and organized a couple of compatible blood donors and had
saved his life as he had theirs. The General presented him with the D.S.C.,
Distinguished Service Cross, pinning it to his shirt then shook his hand and
asked how he felt now, George thanked the General blushing and said, " I'm
improving day by day sir, the staff here are tremendous."
The General smiled at him and said, " I hope you are soon completely fit
young man, we need men of your caliber to stop those damned Krauts. May I
also congratulate you on your promotion to Sergeant."
The General saluted George who returned it and spun on his heel and marched
smartly away from the dais. He marched back to where I was sitting with a
look of complete awe on my face, he sat down next to me and I just gawped at
him speechlessly. He grinned and squeezed my knee saying, " Wake up Brian,
have you lost your tongue?"
I stammered trying to put my tongue in gear then said, " Why didn't you tell
me of your exploit? You should be proud of what you did, I'm so proud of you
I could burst."
George looked at me blushing and replied, " You know how I am Brian, and
I've never been one that enjoys a fuss."
I grinned at him and said, " A fuss, boy if only I could earn a fuss like
you just got I'd be over the bloody moon. We are going to celebrate this
honour later mate I can tell you. I think real booze up is called for if we
can find enough booze that is. We were very lucky finding the wine we had
for our picnics. "
The ceremony dragged on then when all the medals were issued the General
invited everyone to stay for some food and drink, there was a racket of
trolleys being wheeled into the hall and food was laid out on trestles at
the rear of the room, then some orderlies appeared carrying crates of beer
in and setting the grog out on another set of tables. The hubbub of voices
increased at the sight of the beer even though it was Pommie stuff, it was
still alcohol, albeit nowhere near as strong as our good old Australian
beer.
The General stepped down into the body of the hall and mingled with the
troops chatting happily with the men, his red tab officers kept in their own
little group ignoring the rank and file the only other officer in the scrum
was the young captain who was the General's aid de camp. The captain came
across to where we were standing and shook George's hand congratulating him
on his valour, George introduced me to the man telling him we were mates
back in Australia and how I had brought him to Alex on the destroyer. The
captain looked at me with admiration in his eyes and said, " You are on
those old rust bucket termagants from the Aussie navy, I respect you for
what you are doing to supply Tobruk it is an awesome task for such old and
poorly armed vessels. I wish you the best luck in your endeavors."
We stayed there chatting for hours then the General announced he had to
leave and return to headquarters but we were welcome to stay and finish all
the food and drink. We stood to attention and saluted him as he left the
room, then someone called out, " Three Rousing Cheers for General Wavell,
HIP HIP HOORAY."
Three times the rousing salutation boomed from the men, the cheers following
the General as he marched down the corridor to the entrance, a slight smile
on his face as he left the hospital and climbed into his waiting staff car a
drab sand coloured Humber sedan. The saluting driver closed the door and ran
to the driver's door jumped in and accelerated away with two military police
outriders on motorcycles clearing the way for the car.
The party broke up at 5pm and the men drifted away to their duties George
and I walked outside and walked down to the road to find Hussein still
waiting in the Gharry asleep, we walked over and I shook his leg to arouse
the boy. He sat up rubbing his eyes and blearily looked around, I said, "
Hey my little friend did you have a good sleep?"
He nodded and smiled then he noticed the medal on George's shirt, his eyes
lit up and he said, " Oh Mr. George you have a medal now, that is good."
George blushed and said, " It is nothing Hussein just a trinket from the
authorities."
The boy looked at him and shook his head saying, " No Mr. George it is very
important thing it means much in your army."
George patted the boy's knee and said, " Ok Hussein have it your way little
mate, now you'd better get Brian back to the barracks."
Hussein smiled and placed his hand on George's giving him a squeeze and
said, " Ok Mr. George I get him back now, you need me tomorrow? We go to
Oasis again?"
I looked at George and raised my eyebrows questioningly he grinned and said,
" We could go if you don't mind having fun with a sergeant Brian?"
I sniggered and said, " Sergeant or whatever your still just George to me
you great twit."
George laughed and said, " Ok Hussein we will need you tomorrow matey, and
around ten in the morning I think eh Brian?"
I nodded and said, " Yes that sounds about right can you make it ok Hussein
by ten o'clock?"
The boy nodded vehemently and said, " Yes boss I be there at that time for
you."
I thanked him gave George a quick hug and said, " See you in the morning
mate, I'm so very proud of you. Have you told your folks back home yet?"
He said, " I wasn't certain what medal I was getting so I didn't say
anything they should know I was wounded by now but it takes a couple of
weeks to get a letter back home."
I said, " The army would have told your family you were wounded in action so
now you'd better write them a long letter telling them the good news and
stopping them worrying."
He smiled saying, " I've written saying I'm here in hospital and that I'm ok
now I can tell them I've been promoted and won the medal I suppose. I know
if I don't you probably will tell your folks and they will tell mine eh?"
I sniggered and said, " Yes I probably will do just that so you'd better do
the right thing."
I climbed into the Gharry and said, " See you tomorrow stud can you organize
more tucker from the hospital for us?"
George nodded and said, " Yes that should be fine, I'll see you then. Bye
Hussein see you tomorrow too."
We trotted off into the late afternoon sun and soon arrived back at the
barracks where I paid the lad and said, " See you in the morning Hussein."
He bowed and cracked his whip to gee up the horse, driving away rapidly.
The next morning I met Hussein at tem o'clock, we trotted through the
traffic to pick up George, he was waiting in the usual spot on the bench at
the entrance to the driveway. We pulled up and loaded the basket into the
Gharry and away we went out of the city, the old horse seemed to know it was
going to the oasis where it would rest all day then return home. It seemed
quite eager to get there as it trotted briskly along until we saw the police
roadblock in the distance, the red caps flagged us down examined our passes
and saw the new sergeants stripes on George's sleeve then noticed his D.S.C.
ribbon on his chest. They became very friendly then and waved us through
wishing us a good day, Hussein cracked his whip and the nag took of quickly
and the police post soon disappeared in the distance.
We trotted along the road and saw a huge convoy of heavy trucks approaching
in the distance, they got closer and we saw they were an artillery unit
towing their 25pounder gun carriages behind. They droned past chatting with
us as they droned past on their way into Alex, they were being transferred
to the front and we wished them luck. We wondered how many of these lads
would survive the hail of shells from the German forces once they opened
fire on the wily and much stronger Krauts.
The green palms came into sight in contrast to the barren wind swept dunes
of sand and the horse trotted faster eager to reach the shady green retreat,
we pulled into the edge of the trees and George and I climbed out of the
carriage carried the picnic basket across to the shade near the pool and
waited for Hussein to hobble, feed and water the old horse. He finished and
joined us as we stripped off our uniforms, we were nearly nude when we heard
a vehicle approaching up the road so we kept our underwear on and Hussein
didn't disrobe at all as we waited to see if it kept going past our picnic
spot.
The motor sound got louder and louder then it stopped moving and the engine
switched off, I cursed under my breath and we waited to see who had arrived.
Figures moved through the trees and three British officers appeared, a
captain and two lieutenants. They saw us standing there watching them and
they smiled, and the captain said, " Good Morning men, having a little
picnic are you? I hope you have the appropriate papers with you, but I'm
sure you must have."
He walked across and held out his hand waiting for us to hand our passes
over, we fumbled in our shirt pockets and produced them to him, he glanced
at them and nodded saying, " Very good, I hope you don't mind us having a
swim in the pool chaps, but we are hot and dusty from a long drive and we
need to freshen up a bit."
He looked at Hussein and said, " I say boy go tell our driver to watch the
car and you'd better go look after your filthy old nag as well. It's not
suitable that you see us undress, go on push of or you'll feel my boot on
your backside."
Hussein scowled but turned and slouched away, both George and I were livid
at the superior arrogance of these men, their complete disregard for the
feelings of the lad made our blood boil. They began to strip off their Sam
Brown webbing belts and pistol holsters dropping them on the grass then they
removed their shirts and shorts then sat down to undo their desert boots.
They stood up exposing their pale torsos, the demarcation between their sun
tanned legs and arms very obvious as they moved down to the water. We lay
back and ignored them as we chatted together about their poor treatment of
our young driver, we both hoped they would have their swim and then get on
the road again leaving us in peace to enjoy each other.
They swam and paddled around the pool then walked out to lie near us on the
soft grass, their bodies stretched out drying in the hot air, we casually
observed their groins and I must say that the three of them seemed to be
well endowed down there. All three were pretty smooth except for legs; arms
and pits although the captain had a light dusting of dark hair on his chest
with an interesting little tight treasure trail disappearing into his baggy
underpants. I could see into the gaping fly of his pants and there was a
very dark mass of pubes visible but I couldn't see his tool.
We waited and waited but the officers seemed in no hurry to head off so we
got up and walked away through the palms to find Hussein and our lunch. We
didn't feel like eating with the officers around so we decided to eat at the
gharry with young Hussein, as we came out of the trees we saw the army car
parked in front of our carriage, the driver had the doors open for coolness
but we couldn't find our lad, we heard some muffled sounds seemingly coming
from the car so we walked across to it and there was our driver pinned to
the front seat his mouth gagged with his burnoose. The burly English driver
his pants around his feet rooting the naked lad roughly, he was driving
viciously into the dark slender arse, slamming into the ravaged anus and
grunting like the pig he was. Hussein pinned there with his head thrown
back, a grimace of pain on his smooth dark face and tears pouring down his
cheeks, as he bounced with the slamming attack on his tight bum.
We crept up behind the burly man and I spoke very quietly saying, " Get the
fuck off that child you fucking animal before I break your worthless neck."
The man froze in mid thrust, he hadn't heard us approach and he turned his
red flushed face to where we were standing right behind him, George had
picked up a stick about a foot long and five inches around. The driver said,
" Piss off you perverts I'm busy can't you see that, this little faggot is
getting what he wants and deserves, all young Wogs love being fucked by
men."
George aimed the stick at the man's arse crack where we could see his brown
freckle, I told him again to leave the boy alone and he ignored me so I
nodded to George who slammed the stick straight up the clacker of the man.
The force of entry into the guy's unlubricated anus tore his tender ring and
the thin crimson lining of his rectum as it pierced his body brutally, the
man screamed as he lurched forward unfortunately driving deeper into the
lad. We could see blood running from the butt of the stick where it
protruded from the splinted pierced muscle of the man's sphincter, dribbling
down onto the fat balls then dripping to the sand below.
I reached in and grabbed a handful of the guy's short hair and began pulling
him from the lad's body, the guy was groaning in pain as he slowly moved
back and I watched his huge cock inching out of the boy's ravaged rear end,
the knob began to pull out dragging the soft crimson rectal lining out of
the boy until the boy screamed into his gag as the fat helmet ripped from
the tight clutching anal muscle. I saw the crimson lining draw back into the
bruised puffed swollen sphincter as I dragged the man out of the car and
dropped his sobbing body to the ground. Hussein was sobbing on the seat and
the man was whimpering in pain as his arse felt the stick move inside his
damaged hole as he moved.
We heard the officers approaching from the oasis; they had heard their
driver's screaming they approached quickly pistols drawn as they searched
for possible enemy troops. They saw only the tableau we made and they looked
at the driver writhing about groaning, the captain looked at us a nasty
expression on his face and demanded to know what was going on. I nodded into
their car's front seat and he peered through the windscreen to see our young
driver naked and gagged crying there, he looked at the driver and realized
his trousers were round his feet and a look of utter disgust crossed his
arrogant face. He turned to his fellow officers and said, " This useless
animal of a driver has been dipping his penis into the filthy behind of a
native, bad enough he is a homosexual but to get his enjoyment from using
filthy diseased native whore boys is just too much I'm afraid. Place the
disgusting pervert under arrest and we will head down to Alex and hand him
over to the Military police Whallas."
I turned to George who was as dumbfounded as I was at the unbelievable
attitude of these supposed leaders of men, I shook my head and we bent
lifting Hussein out of the Vauxhall staff car and carried him into the trees
laying him down in the shade on the grass and helping him into his burnoose.
The officers dragged the rapist to his feet and ordered him to dress himself
then they sat him between them in the rear seat as the captain took the
wheel and tramped on the accelerator slewing the heavy car around stirring
up a dust storm and roared away down the road towards Alexandria.
We chatted and comforted the still traumatized youngster until he stopped
sobbing then we asked if he wanted to clean himself up in the pool, he
nodded and we helped him hobble down to the water as we removed his burnoose
so he could step into the water, I noticed blood trickle down his leg and I
stopped him submerging and said, " Come here Hussein I think we should have
a look at your arse you are bleeding."
The boy stepped back to the bank and I bent him over and spread his legs
wide then pulled his cheeks open, we inspected his puffy red ring and I
asked George if he still had the Vaseline he nodded and went to the picnic
basket dug out the jar and brought it over. I took of the lid and delved
into the gel then began wiping it on the bruised flesh gradually opening him
gently and slowly as he relaxed. I soon had his ring relaxed so I slid a
finger of each hand into the swollen muscle he shivered as they entered and
I felt him tense, George saw the problem so he put his arm around the boy's
narrow shoulders and kissed him on the lips saying, " Relax my little one we
are trying to help you just relax we don't want to hurt you."
Hussein began to relax so I gently pulled the circular muscle open and
peered into the crimson depths, apart from the bruising I couldn't see any
obvious tares inside his colon bit I found a slight split in the sphincter
muscle that was weeping a little blood. I allowed the ring to close and
slipped my fingers out then I bent and kissed the bruised flesh and licked
him slicking his hole with my warm saliva. Hussein sighed quietly and I felt
his ring twitch then he mumbled, " Thank you Mr. Brian that felt nice when
you did that."
I gently stroked his slim firm arse cheek and said, " Ok little one you seem
to be ok just a tiny cut in your tight little ring, have your wash then we
can eat dinner. I'm so sorry for what the bad man did to you."
The boy smiled sadly and said, " Thank you both for helping me that man hurt
me bad."
We smiled at him and replied, " We wouldn't want our favorite driver and
friend to be raped like that."
The boy slipped into the water and washed himself then floated for a while
in the soothing coolness, we unpacked the meal and laid it out on the
blanket we found in the basket, the nurse who organized the meal thought of
everything. Hussein stepped from the water the droplets beading, glistening
in the bright sun against his brown young sleek body, the tight little black
triangle of wet pubes lying flat on his prominent pubic mound as his
delightful very dark penis hung over his tight silken nut sack. The sight
was astoundingly beautiful against the shining blue water and green grass,
it was the substance dreams are made from and both George and I gawped in
wonder at him as our cocks leapt erect. We lay back stroking one another's
erections, we were soon climaxing as we watched the boy glistening in the
sunlight, Hussein watched us and began to jerk his hard on as he moved
towards us.
We opened our legs and he knelt between them as we continued to stroke hard,
George and I approached climax as Hussein arched back thrusting his slim
bony hips towards us, his cock pulsed and began to spray his thin juice all
over us causing us to ejaculate in unison. Cum flew through the air in all
directions some landing on the grass where it lay glistening like tiny
pearls in the sunlight while most splattered across our naked flesh where it
felt like hot globules of mercury as it landed. We collapsed back on our
backs our excited bodies heaving and quaking from the extreme pleasure of
achieving a massive ejaculating as a group.
Hussein began to lap the pearls of semen from our bodies tasting a mixture
of all our sperm as it blended together. He licked and sucked sending
tremors through our bodies as his wet tongue slathered and lapped across our
naked flesh, the boy cleaned us up and there wasn't a single speck of semen
to be found. We were now starving hungry and the boy had had an entree so we
fell to and demolished the food and drink with a vengeance, there was soon
only crumbs and the dregs of the wine left, we felt surfeited our stomachs
full and our balls empty a perfect day to say the least. We relaxed in the
shade and had a siesta after cleaning up the remnants of our repast; all
three of us drowsed in the warm air. The afternoon flew past and we were
soon heading back to the city, George left us at the hospital and I got out
at the barracks as usual. I gave the boy his usual double fare and he
pocketed the tip secreting it in the folds of his burnoose.
I waited in my room for the evening mess call and sauntered down to eat even
though I wasn't really that hungry, it was probably a hang over from the
ship where we were usually a little hungry even after eating. Dinner
finished I wandered up to my small cubicle of a room and yawning decided
again to turn in early. I fell asleep quickly and slept like a log all
night, the fresh desert air and the sex was having an effect, in that I was
tired out and at peace when I went to bed.
The last days of my leave followed the same path with me seeing George and
Hussein driving us about the desert, and we all enjoyed our sex together on
the last afternoon Hussein decided that he wanted us to have sex with him,
his earlier rape had given him the urge to find out what man sex was really
like if done gently, he trusted us and liked us enough to want us to enjoy
his young body. The experience was magical his tight young body given freely
was unreal, he was like a furnace inside his incredibly tight tunnel, our
cocks were treated to the joy of his bowel muscles working their magic on
our tunnel stretching tools. Hussein was thoroughly stretched and rooted
when we finished with him he lay there like a sweat covered rag doll his
body lathered with perspiration, his bowels filled with cum and his young
nuts drained completely. It was a fitting farewell to the young lad and I
think he would have fond memories of our taking his cherry properly. He
drove us back to the town and both George and I gave him a large tip, he was
happy and sad when he knew it was our last trip out to the oasis and as he
drove away he was in tears. George and I had tears in our eyes as we watched
him drive off, then we had our own farewell and I was very nearly reduced to
a blubbering wreck, only the thought of other servicemen seeing us crying
enabled us to contain the tears.
The next morning I packed my duffle bag and headed to the docks, as I left
the barracks Hussein and George were parked outside and they drove me down
to the wharf area. We sat there talking quietly about what could be
organized for the future but as it was war nothing could be certain until
peace was reached. The time for me to leave arrived and I squeezed their
hands and hopped out onto the roadway, George handed me my duffle bag and I
set off towards the dock gates, as I reached the police post I turned and
waved goodbye my two friends waved back and I could see Hussein crying again
as he waved. My papers checked I dejectedly walked through into the dock
yards, I walked along till I found my water bound home and climbed up the
gang plank saluting the stern as I stepped aboard.
The petty officer of the watch greeted me saying, " Have a good leave Brian?
I hope you did things are getting hectic on the Tobruk run now, those bloody
Jerries are sending bombers nearly every day."
I looked at him and noticed how tired and gaunt he appeared and I said, "
Yes thanks, I caught up with a mate from home we spent a really great week
together, he was one of the wounded we carried back from Tobruk. Let's hope
they push Rommel back soon, then maybe we can get a little peace."
I made my way below to stow my gear in the port mess and when I walked in I
saw a familiar red head seated in a corner polishing his boots, I dropped my
duffle and walked over saying, " Well I heard you got posted to one of our
ships but I didn't know it was mine, how are you?"
I held out my hand and introduced myself as I realized we never exchanged
names when we met at the barracks I said, " G'day my name is Brian, I
realize we never exchanged names when we met the other day."
He smiled and said, " Hey Brian I'm Julius, it's good seeing you again, have
you just joined the ship?"
I said, " No I was on leave for a week, have you just done a Tobruk run? How
was it?"
Julius looked at me shaking his head and said, " It was bloody hell they
attacked us going in and out of Tobruk, late in the afternoon before we
arrived the high altitude bombers bombed us then next morning the bastards
tried again. We had bombs falling all around us like autumn leaves it was
bloody scary Brian."
I nodded and said, " You were lucky they were bombers not Stukas those nasty
buggers nearly drop their bombs down your throat. They get much closer than
the bombers before releasing their bombs. Tell me what job have they given
you on the old bucket?"
Julius replied, " I'm working in the engine room, I'm being trained as a
greaser, it's a filthy messy job but it's vital for the smooth operation of
the engines I suppose."
I nodded and said, " I hope you will learn to like the task maybe you can
transfer to another department later on."
He grinned and nodded then continued polishing his boots, while I unpacked
my gear and stowed it away. I felt and heard the engine room bells sounding
as the bridge telegraphs were tested and the whining grinding of the turrets
swiveling back and forth as their movement was tested. The ship was getting
ready to get underway and we would soon be called on deck for leaving harbor
stations.
The ship was beginning to stir the engines were vibrating through the hull
then the pipe for leaving harbor whistled from the p.a. speakers and we
hurried on deck to line up on deck as the ship caste off lines and began to
head out towards the entrance. The antisubmarine net tender opened the huge
steel net to allow us to exit and closed it behind us as we cracked on speed
and began the long trip up the Med. to Tobruk. We relied on our speed to
avoid enemy submarines as we zig zagged through the water and at the speed
we were doing our asdic set was not able to operate.
The trip was uneventful until we neared our destination about 100 nautical
miles from Tobruk the lookouts reported aircraft off the port bow and we
knew we were going to cop it. They were damned Stukas, oh how I hated these
vile planes they terrified me in their desperate attempts to sink us. They
flew over above us then banked around on one wingtip and dropped their noses
as they began to dive vertically. The scream of their inbuilt sirens caused
my blood to chill as they plummeted down from the blue sky standing
vertically their propellers pointed straight at us.
Our guns opened fire frantically the black bursts of antiaircraft shells
bursting at pre determined heights as we reset the fuses frantically trying
to keep up with their descent. The guns were able to catch one of the planes
it pulled out of its dive and wobbled away towards the distant coast
trailing smoke, the other three bored on towards us, the Pom Poms opened up
then the various machine guns began to spray the sky. The damned Stukas flew
through the hail of shells and bullets then reached their bomb height and
released their loads. The black dots wobbled and then straightened whistling
towards us, the ship was weaving away but too slowly and although the first
two bombs narrowly missed us the third plunged through the deck above the
engine room. It pierced the wood and steel then exploded in the engine space
blowing a gaping hole through the side of the old hull.
The old hull shook and heaved almost out of the water as her hull was torn
open, the screams of the surviving members of the engine room crew as the
shrapnel tore through the compartment combined with the high pitched whistle
of high pressure steam escaping in the confined space. The ship lost way as
the sea broached the hull and poured into the engine room, the crew on duty
killed by the explosion, flying shrapnel or the super heated steam from the
ruptured steam lines as the space filled with the scalding hot white fog. We
were dead in the water as the victorious planes headed back to their base,
the captain ordered a coded radio message be sent calling for assistance and
a British fleet destroyer was not far away and was coming to our aid, it
would arrive after dark so we had to keep afloat till then and pray that the
aircraft were finished for the day as it was getting late.
The ship wallowed sluggishly in the slight swells and they got the pumps
going to try and keep the areas on either side of the engine room dry. The
swells punched against her torn hull slopping in and out of the gaping hole,
leaking fuel oil smoothing and shimmering on the surface in a rainbow of
clour, I saw a body drift from the opening and float away. The body was
nude, its clothing either blown off or burned away, he was burnt crimson by
the hot steam and strips of skin were flapping obscenely as he drifted
slowly away, turning around in the current.
The sight made my stomach revolt and turn over as I spewed my last meal over
the side in a technicolour yawn, I wiped my mouth and sat there dejectedly
with my legs dangling over the side as I hung over the guard rail, watching
the long tell tale spreading swathe of fuel oil drifting away to the horizon
hoping no U-boat was nearby to finish us off. I wondered what happened to my
red headed friend, Julius, I hoped his demise was painless and quick.
Time passed and the sun dropped below the horizon, twilight darkened into
the safety of darkness, we waited hoping there were no submarines in the
area, two hours after sunset the larger more modern destroyer appeared out
of the gloom. She edged alongside and the two captains conversed, ours
saying he thought she would survive a tow and the English captain agreeing
to attempt the job.
The tow line was passed and made fast and the destroyer began to slowly move
ahead we watched the hawser rise from the depths become rigid and trembling
spray flying from the stretching wire then it slowly sagged back as we began
to move through the water. The towing ship gradually increased speed as we
bobbed and wallowed along in her wake, the ship creaking as she rolled. The
tow continued for about an hour when we heard creaking sounds from deep in
our hull, the damage control crew below contacted the bridge and said the
bulkheads were buckling under the pressure of the water as she was towed.
The captain ordered them to shore up the bulkheads using heavy timbers and
he signaled the towing ship that they needed to slow down the tow or risk
losing the ship.
The English commander said, " If we go any slower we will be sitting ducks
in the morning when the aircraft returned to ensure she was sunk and they
may sink both ships as the tow would keep their ship from dodging the
bombs."
Our captain said, " Just slow for half an hour while we shore up the
bulkheads, then we could increase speed again."
He agreed but for no longer than 30 minutes then he would increase speed
again. The crew worked frantically with the heavy timbers and they finished
just as the tow began to speed up again. We wallowed along but the groaning
and creaking increased and the men below told the captain she was about to
lose another bulkhead, the captain ordered them on deck and we all sat
around in the darkness listening to the terrible sounds of our gallant old
ship tearing herself apart.
At 4 am there was a loud cracking bang and we felt the deck lurch under us
as the bulkhead let go flooding the next compartment and causing her to heel
over further dipping the gaping hole deeper into the relentless sea. The
captain signaled the towing destroyer that she was beginning to founder and
the stopped engines as we hurried to cast off the towline. Our ship was now
listing heavily to starboard and was down by the bows as she wallowed
lazily, the destroyer pulled alongside and we began to climb up the heavy
boarding net she lowered to our deck. The crew helped us over the rail and
then when we were all aboard our captain climbed up carrying the ships log
and the weighted bag containing her secret papers and codebooks.
The destroyer pulled slowly back as we watched her bows slip slowly under
the surface, her hull rolled over and as we steamed away we saw her nose
dive as her stern stood vertically her rudder and screws in full view
against the night sky and she slowly and tiredly slid from our sight into
the depths.
The daylight found us steaming at 35 knots heading towards Alexandria, our
minds thinking of our dead crewmates sleeping eternally in the depths of the
sea, and wondering what would happen to us now we had lost our ship.
THE END.